Blinded In Chains -Synacky-

Chapter 15

The smell of vomit made my stomach churn, and caused me to spew again. There was a pool of vomit inches away from my face, the smell embedding itself in my head and making me want to hurl my guts out.

'Brian,' I whimpered, suddenly seeking comfort from him. I, surprisingly, smashed my fist against the door three times before I felt weak again. 'Brian please!' I begged, my fingernails scraping against the peeling paint of the door. I knew that he couldn't hear me but still I tried, starting to fear for my life. I was feeling so weak that I felt as if I would pass out any second.

So I made the most of my concious time and begged for help.

'Brian please, please, please!' I cried, my voice cracking as I screamed my pleas. But still no answer.

I leaned my head against the door, holding my breath in an attempt to not smell the puke.

But before I could do one more thing, my eyes rolled back and my head fell forward, hammering into the concrete. That's when I blacked out.

*

I laid in bed for hours, my eyes wide open and my thoughts just concentrated on the broken , beautiful boy that was alone and undoubtably crying in my basement.

The moonlight flooded in through my window, reminding me of that very night that I'd snatched him from that alleyway...

I sighed, rolling over and looking at my open door, through which I could see the dim light of the hallway. I stared at it for a long while, before slowly dragging myself from the bed.

Hopefully Zacky was asleep. Hopefully I could sit in there and just hold him while he slept, so that he knew nothing about it.

I pulled on a random pair of boxers that had been laying on the floor, following by a pair of sweatpants that were conveniently crumpled in a heap by the door, before leaving the room.

I cautiously made my way down the stairs, swaying slightly as the blood rush to my head threw me off balance.

As soon as I made it to the basement door, I held my breath, listening for the quietest of sounds. I heard nothing.

I waited for a few seconds, before slowly pushing the door open.

I only managed to open it by about a foot, before it wouldn't budge. I frowned, pushing my head between the door and the doorframe and peering around it to see what was blocking it. My eyes first flew to the puddle of vomit inches away from my feet, and then to Zack's small body laying sprawled out across the concrete.

My breath caught in my throat as I laid my eyes on him.

'Oh, God, Zack, no,' I whispered, stepping over the pool of puke and kneeling down, sliding my hands beneath his small body and pulling him into my arms, cradling him close to my chest as I swiftly left the room.